Today Tessie and I came to visit my niece at University of Illinois in Champaign-Urbana. I have never been here so on my way I depended solely on Google Maps. I followed it closely, but questioned it when it wanted me to get off of the expressway only 30 minutes into the two hour trip. I stayed on and saw “REROUTING”. I held my breath as I waited for the updated directions.
While driving I thought what did I do for directions before Google Maps. Well I would look it up on Mapquest. But even with Mapquest and Google Maps, I would always call my dad and tell him where I had to go and the directions the computer gave me. “OK. You can go that way, but why? You are going all the way around.” He always knew which way I should go with just the address of the destination. I was always in awe that my dad, an immigrant that spoke broken English, always knew the way to direct me to get to where I needed to go.
Not having him with me for the last year has been difficult. Driving such a far distance today made me really miss him giving me directions for my drive, but also in life. I knew I could ask him his thoughts and opinion on any decisions I contemplated and he would steer me in the right direction.
Thanks dad for putting me on the correct path in life, not only while driving!
Craziness of Being a Kouts 
Not sure if I should admit this, but I still bring Triptiks on road trips with my family or when driving to new places for work. I know it is really passé, but I always worry about getting by if my GPS satellite peters out.
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Such a sweet reflective slice! He definitely steered you in the right direction.
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I’d like to think you will always hear your dad in many aspects of your life. And that he will always help you figure out the way!
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